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Oram Thorne

Darth Nox // Dark Noble
Writer
The 'Aralt na Dorchadais' was streaming through hyperspace towards an otherwise unknown destination. So much or little time had passed since last, but he didn't care as he had felt it not. Sitting in his chamber, his eyes closed he allowed his mind to wander as he sat in solemn contemplation on the purpose of this journey and the ones before. Who he was when he had first started out, what and who he was now and the steps he still had to take to make ends meet. A thin smirk graced his features as images flowed by of his latest endeavour, one more test on a long road of challenges that had ultimately lead him here.

Images of a battlefield toned out in front of his eyes, images of one conflict among many he had either fought in or personally been involved in. In his younger days he was all for the fight and the trill of the moment, but these last many years he had found more often than not that pushing around the pieces and make them do the bidding, knowing or unknowing had their moment as well. But did that mean that he was about or willing to simply sit back and watch it all unfold in front of him to end of time??. Not.

He slowly came about as his present journey was coming to a close. It had indeed become time to return from the shadows and take in the galaxy yet again, and in a new light. He opened his eyes and rose to full height just as the ship started to decelerate from hyperspace to real-space. But the time he made it to the bridge of the ship the reversion had long since been completed and the ship had turned on its axis and had started to head towards it intended destination, a trade port on the outskirts of the galaxy. Just as good as any place to stock up and hear the news on the wire before travelling onward. As well as the fact that few people asked too many questions in these parts as well.

And a ship like the 'Aralt na Dorchadais' was bound to ask too many questions in certain places of the galaxy, with her scarred and marred with carbon scoring, electricity arching here and there across her surface. If someone wouldn't better it would seem as if it had barely made it out of a hairy situation by the skin of its teeth, but that was far from the full truth. The real truth was the fact was that he personally favoured that particular look, and not just because it baited the average fool that was hoping to try his luck.

As the ship docked he smiled slightly as he felt the all too familiar presence of his sister. And he smiled slightly at the thought of what the family might think if they knew they were both still alive and very much kicking apart from just siphoning a few credits here and there from hidden accounts. He waited as the docking port adjusted the atmospheres and opened the airlock at the end of the sequence and walked off......
 

Crystal

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Another trip to the ass end of the galaxy....

The Sith Princess often wondered why they met in the most remote areas of the galaxy when they had a perfectly good sector. Not that it mattered, since time was irrelevant and had been for four centuries. The galaxy was a big place, and changed a great deal over time. Many things had not changed. Her relationship with her youngest sibling was one of those things. A long time ago, he had showed promise and was willing to change the course of their House's history. That was good for Crystal, since she had the offspring to carry on the line.

When her son came of age, he took the throne. And in exchange, Crystal served as a guide to her brother's discovery of seemingly endless life. Clearly, he had not forgotten those teachings, as he had summoned her and let her know that he was alive a great many times in the centuries they'd been apart. But when time had little meaning, it didn't seem to pass nearly as quickly.

It had been only five years since she'd seen him last. Since then, she'd run into her ex-husband and revealed to him that they had another child. He'd taken it surprisingly well, considering. That was probably because the last of his blood descendants had already passed.

When William's beat up looking ship dropped out of hyperspace, she smirked and moved to greet him on the docking bay. There she stood, with a smirk on her face as he walked off his ship. And she already knew what he would say. Hello Dear Sister. And she would beat him to the punch.

"Hello Dear Brother."
@[member="William Carter"]
 

Oram Thorne

Darth Nox // Dark Noble
Writer
He smiled slightly as she beat him to the greeting he was otherwise about to give her. She was after all much an embodiment of what he had left of his "real" family at least of that generation at least since his oldest brother passed away before he was even crowned king, or actually he was crowned king shortly thereafter, not that it really mattered when it came down to it. They had both transcended the normal limitation of time, and thus more or less anything else became largely irrelevant. When you live life to its fullest there really is little meaning or point in being tied down in one specific place, lets you end up too set in your way, too stagnant and too predictable. Which in part was also the reason why he chose to take the teachings to heart and decided to leave the known galaxy in his search of hidden knowledge and a higher power and understanding.

And you don't spend the last 3 to 3 centuries wandering the unknown regions without picking up a thing or two along the way, as well as a few bruises here and there since you are most likely not the only one. But he had chosen to keep his attachment, his connection to the normal galaxy unlike the other souls that had decided to wander the unknown wastes. Because only through that, would he truly be able to watch all the pieces of the game, how they all moved around, as well as when to nudge one of them, to achieve the desired outcome.

He knew she most likely didn't give much for his banged up ship. But for better or worse it served a purpose, and if that purpose sought to keep people away from the unknown regions then it was all well and good. He knew leaving and arriving with a perfectly intact ship, would instill a sense of confidence in people, the kind of confidence that would lure many more into the unknown regions and things they should not meddle in. And very little good that would do...

He looked at her and smiled: "Hello, and long time no see" he said and flashed a smile. having both lived several centuries at this point there was little reason to keep running at each others door every week or so. But it would be interesting to see what his sister had been up to in the time that he had been away.... "So what are you up to these days??" he enquired and mentioned for her to lead the way as he reached out and closed the airlock behind them and securing the ship behind them.
 

Crystal

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It was nice to see her brother smile. But then again, she had the tendency to draw it out of him. Next came the question that always followed their typical greeting.

"So what are you up to these days?" he inquired.

Crystal had to laugh. "Well, more than the last time we spoke at least." She gestured to the cantina where she'd been waiting for his arrival. "Come, we'll sit and talk."

The Princess led her younger brother to the table she'd been occupying, which still held her glass. She took her seat once more, and offered him the one across from her. Her drink, she drank quickly, draining its remaining contents.

"The last of my direct descendants finally passed. Still, I stayed in Tapani for a while. Recently, I ran into my wayward husband." Crystal shook her head. "You remember Cameron, don't you?"

It was a rhetorical question. Everyone that encountered Cameron remembered him. Those that had spent many many years in his company would never be able to forget him, no matter how hard they tried.

"Anyway, he suggested that I might leave Tapani and reinvent myself. He sent me to a Temple of the Moross Crusaders. Have you heard of them?"
 

Oram Thorne

Darth Nox // Dark Noble
Writer
He followed her and smiled somewhat at her comment about being more busy then last time they spoke: "Well I can't claim I have been resting on my laurels as well as of recent" he added to her comment as he followed her through the halls of the space port. For the time being he had left most of his imposing attire on-board the ship under lock and key. This was not the time nor place to actually waste energy causing a ruckus just when he had returned to "civilised" space yet again. No reason to start spreading rumours before he felt a particular desire or need to.

He took the seat offered across from her and flagged down one of the staff and ordered a stiff shot of whatever they had that might come closest to Whyrren's Reserve without it being entirely slave-grade. Whyrren's Reserve he at least figured would be pretty impossible to find this far out, both because stations like this didn't get very frequent restocks and the simple fact that most people on these fringes didn't have the coin required, or wasn't willing to pay that much for a simple glass of booze. But at this point he was more or less content with whatever would be served in front of him as properly refined spirits weren't exactly a commodity in the unknown regions.

For the time being he was more or less content simply to listen as one of the staff brought him his drink. Taking a sip from it the rather raw and crude taste hit his tongue, and while it didn't come close to Whyrren's it at least didn't rank lower then some of the stuff he had been "forced" to content with over the last many years. The news that some of the their direct descendants had passed didn't exactly strike him entirely as a surprise. While himself and Crystal had been among the gifted in their day it didn't necessarily mean that every generation following theirs would actually produce any offspring that would use the force. It just worked in mysterious ways just like that, but both parents being attuned to the force naturally helped. As far as he was concerned he yet hadn't actually found anyone worth dedicating enough time nor his attention to actually produce anything close to being considered a full and legitimate sire, or one he would acknowledge as such at least.

And who could forget Cameron, his name and presence both resonated through the force, but his very attitude also left a rather permanent impression of him, more often than not. These days Cameron wasn't as dominant a figure in his life, if even that, as compared how it once was. Matter of factly he had Cameron to thank at least in part for some of his initial force training apart from what he had managed to receive from his father before he passed away. But that time was and had long since passed, added to the annals of history as the centuries had in fact run past. So far in fact that at this particular point he couldn't remember his exact age off the top of his head, not that it really mattered at this point....

Her question in regards to the Moross Crusaders brought him back around. He had heard about them briefly on his travels in the unknown regions, but hadn't actually dedicated a lot of time to actually study them, with more important matters on his mind. With the return to civilised space perhaps now was as perfect a time as ever to catch up on the inns and outs of the galaxy and get some Intel on the new forces at be. Taking another sip he looked at her: "I have heard and read a few things, but the unknown regions aren't exactly the most plentiful place in regards to knowledge. But I guess now is as good of a time as ever to catch up" he added before emptying the glass and flagging down the bartender again.
 

Crystal

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Crystal nodded. "Care to elaborate?" She was curious as to his thoughts on the Crusade. She imagined that his views were similar to hers upon arrival at the Temple. And she wasn't sure if he wanted anything to do with it. In actuality she wouldn't blame him if he wanted to stay far away from Cameron. Things had not always been smooth between Cameron and others. So often, people wanted to forget and move on.

When there was a lull in the conversation again, she inquired "Are you planning to return to civilization, or are you going to continue to explore the Unknown Regions?"

@[member="William Carter"]
 
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